Da, m-am imbatat! Asta pe langa faptul ca am pregatit un tort si am facut un pic pe gazda (testand capacitatea camerei mele, caci nu avem sufragerie). Dar partea cea mai trista e ca asta s-a intamplat chiar daca am baut o cafea tare (acum doi ani, cand eram in Berlin, obisnuiam sa beau palinca pe rol de aperitiv) inainte de inceperea 'festivitatilor', care au constat in cateva bauturi la mine acasa, urmate de o iesire in club. Cu parere de rau, nu pot sa imi amintesc daca am ajuns, intr-un final, in clubul in care voiam sa mergem, Mittwoch (caci si-a schimbat locatia intre timp) sau intr-unul oarecare. Si, pe bune, chiar nu eram atata de turmentata miercuri seara (desi foarte obosita), insa mi se intampla uneori sa nu imi pot aminti multe detalii a doua zi.
Stiu, stiu, nu sunt cea mai activa prezenta in blogosfera in ultima vreme, dar nici daca as fi fost platita pentru asta nu as fi reusit sa scriu ceva. Cum in Berlin mereu se intampla ceva, e pacat sa spui nu unor invitatii de socializare...
Stiti filmele alea americane in care tot ce s-ar putea intampla rau chiar se intampla? Ei bine, asa s-ar putea rezuma prima mea zi de 'munca' in Berlin. M-am trezit la timp (si chiar fara ajutorul alarmei) si am facut totul 'ca la carte', dar se pare ca nu a fost suficient. Am plecat in graba, convinsa ca sunt in intarziere (caci fiecare ceas pe care il am arata alta ora) si cand eram aproape de statia de S-Bahn, am vazut trenul venind, asa ca am incercat sa fug, in speranta ca o sa il prind. Am incercat, am spus, caci un balerin mi-a scapat din piciorul drept (pe modelul 'Cenusareasa'), asta pe langa faptul ca dresul meu de pe piciorul stang a inceput sa alunece (probabil ca banda adeziva nu se mai lipea de piele) si a facut asta in permanenta pe tot parcursul drumului. Cum spuneam, nu am reusit sa prind trenul, dar abia cand am ajuns in statie mi-am dat seama ca oricum am ajuns cu 10 minute mai devreme si ca practic am pierdut un tren pe care nici nu trebuia sa il iau. Dar bucuria nu mi-a fost prea mare, caci trenul de la 11:10 a fost anulat, iar urmatorul a venit mult mai tarziu (cam in 20 de minute). Iar in urmatorul tren in care m-am urcat dupa ce am schimbat S-ul cu U-ul niste lautari romani (de fapt, o romanca si un roman) cantau "Ionel, Ionelule". Minunat! SAU NU! Macar am avut timp sa ma ocup de dres, dar doar pe termen scurt, caci m-a chinuit pe toata durata calatoriei, asa ca inainte de a ajunge la 'birou' a trebuit sa fac o 'escala' la un magazin si sa imi cumpar o alta pereche, dar din pacate nu am avut si timp sa o inlocuiesc.
Do you know those American movies in which everything that can go actually goes wrong? Well, this is the easiest way to sum up my first day of work in Berlin. I woke up on time, even without the help of the alarm clock and I did everything by the book, but it wasn't enough. I left in a hurry, convinced that I'm late (I wasn't in fact), so I tried to run, but I dropped one of my shoes ("Cinderella"style) and one of my hold-ups kept on getting lower and lower. I didn't manage to catch the train, but when I arrived in the station I realised that I was 10 minutes earlier anyways, so I had practically missed a train that I wasn't even supposed to get on. My joy soon faded though, because the 11:10 train (THE train) was cancelled and the next one came much later. After I finally got on a train and later swapped it, I came across to some Romanian singers, playing a very famous Romanian song on the accordion. Great! NOT! The only good thing about this whole messed up situation was that I had the time to take care of the hold-up, which bothered me the entire trip, but on the way to the office I had to stop to a shop and buy another pair, although I didn't also have the time to change.
At the ICD everything was fine, I went through a short induction, then I had a meeting with the director of the institute (he seems ok, but he speaks SO fast), just that this happened during the lunch break, so I only got the chance to grab something to eat, but not to eat it as well. But I managed to swap the hold-ups! Other than that, nothing really interesting happened...On my way home, about 10 meters away from my block I had another problem with the new hold-ups, but I rushed and entered the stairway, very happy that my day was finally off.
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